Morlaix (2025) Movie Script
1
You'll remember the good times
that you shared.
And above all, you'll never forget
the love she gave you.
We'll now observe a moment of silence
in her memory.
- Do you want me to take you home?
- No.
Are you sure?
- No, I'll be fine.
- OK.
- Didn't you like it?
- What?
Was I that bad?
No, that's the problem.
I didn't expect to come so hard.
It's really weird.
Do you want to be alone?
No. I want you to stay.
Can you stand up and just walk?
What do you mean?
- In this room?
- Yes.
- Naked?
- Yes.
All right.
Hugo, you need to get up.
How are you?
- I want to sleep.
- So do I, I get it.
But we're really in a hurry.
I'll be back after a shower.
In the meantime, get up.
See you then.
- Hugo!
- Yes?
Get up, please.
Thank you.
Hugo!
We have to go now. Really.
We have to leave in 5 minutes.
Please.
Hurry up!
My brother's almost here,
can you wait? Thanks.
I'm coming!
Come on!
- All right, I'm here!
- Quickly.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Antigone, the niece of Creon,
king of Thebes,
goes out and scratches
the soil with her fingernails
to bury her brother, Eteocles.
So Jean-Luc, I'll give you the book,
and I'll send you a link so that you can
watch the play on YouTube.
Thank you very much.
Antigone went out
early in the morning
and wanted to bury Eteocles next to Eolis,
but she was not allowed to go out.
She's a rebel.
She's against her uncle's policy.
She won't listen.
The new guy's over there.
- Have you talked to him?
- No.
He's so cute.
- Isn't he from Paris?
- He is.
- If he's from Paris, he's rich.
- Nonsense!
You don't need money to live there.
I know he's Parisian
by the way he looks.
- All Parisians are rich.
- Whatever.
Why did he come here mid-year?
- He broke out of prison.
- Yes, of course.
- Then he chose Morlaix.
- For sure.
No one can find you here.
He's super hot.
Stop it, Lara.
- I'm already in love.
- Come on!
What are you doing?
Whatever.
I'll show you a choreography.
Watch my moves and try to match them, OK?
Hit it, Matteo.
All right. Did you watch carefully?
- We did.
- Great.
Let's do this.
- Do you want a cigarette?
- Sure.
Thanks.
- Something wrong, Gwen?
- Yes.
- I'm going home.
- Can I come?
- No.
- OK.
- Bye.
- See you later.
Wait!
- Are you the new guy?
- I am.
- You don't have friends yet.
- No need.
Unfortunately, I don't have any.
- Would you like some?
- Yeah.
- Let's be mates then.
- All right.
- Any plans for tomorrow?
- Going to school, then home.
Instead, at 5 o'clock, come here
and we'll take a walk in Morlaix.
Then we'll make some music.
Great.
- See you then.
- Bye.
My name's Jean-Luc.
And I'm Hugo.
- Welcome.
- Thank you for having me.
My pleasure.
- Where should I put my coat?
- On the table.
On the table?
- Let's make some music.
- I'm not good at it.
I'll get the gear.
Let's make some magic.
- Can you play the guitar?
- Not very well.
- I can play the computer well.
- Can you?
- It's a big house.
- It is.
It's beautiful too.
It's smaller than your heart.
We can compose a theme,
then make the arrangements,
then add drums and a keyboard.
- That can be nice.
I have an idea for a theme.
Tell me if you like it.
- That could be nice.
- Then we can loop it.
Then we'll add drums.
What's your favorite style?
I like that, but it's completely different.
It's Tiakola, Nio, Michael Jackson.
Stuff like that.
- OK.
- Depending on your favorite singers,
we could mix their styles.
Bless you.
Then we could add a guitar.
Do you play music?
The piano, for 2 years, but...
I'm bad at it.
The teacher plays like this...
While I go like this...
"I should've played that one."
It's hard for me.
- But I try.
- Good for you.
My mother loves the piano.
Well, loved it.
- Do you miss her?
- Badly.
How do you and Gwen cope?
It's hard, but we cope anyway.
You'll be a great pianist.
- Will I?
- Some day you'll be great at it.
We don't know that.
- You've got Mozart's eyes.
- Do I?
What we do for no reason
determines our future.
You're right.
You'll be very popular at school.
I want you to have many friends.
Then you'll forget about me.
I won't do that, pal.
Are you sure?
I went to Jean-Luc's yesterday.
- Did you?
- Yes.
- What did you do?
- We played music and talked.
- What did you talk about?
- He said I'd be a great pianist.
- Did he, really?
- Yes.
- Did you say you couldn't play?
- No.
- You should have.
- I'm not sure I should have.
He's a great guy, unlike the rest.
- What rest?
- The guys from high school.
- Why?
- Because they ignore me.
They don't even look at me
when I say 'hi'.
At least, he's interested in me.
He's your best friend now?
- That's not what I mean.
- If he's great, he'll make new friends.
- Why do you say that?
- I'm not being mean.
You'll still be his friend,
but not the only one.
- And that's fine.
- OK.
- I'll get some water.
- Can you bring me some juice?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
Regarding Jean-Luc...
I think he's special.
Tell me more.
He says things
that are not necessarily true,
but you really want to believe him.
- You'd believe anything he says?
- No.
But when he says
I'll become a great pianist,
it might not happen,
but I want to believe him.
OK.
Interesting.
The artist creates a piece,
and the craftsman can reproduce it.
That's the difference between them.
The craftsman doesn't create art.
We can tell the difference,
but there's actually no difference.
The craftsman is about technique, whereas
the artist is about the end result.
The craftsman will try to produce locally,
by hand,
a supposedly quality product.
The artist is about the result.
Hugo, go like this!
Here, Matteo!
Here!
- Go for it!
- Shit!
- No!
- You're pissing me off.
Go for it!
He was offside.
Yeah, it doesn't count.
This goal doesn't count.
Let's go that way.
Get it, Hugo!
The ordeal's over.
Was it all right?
Is it really over?
Balthazar, was Lara any good?
She helped, but there's no beating them.
The twins are very good.
What do we do now?
I'm fed up with football.
It's sunny, let's go to the beach.
- Good idea.
- We haven't gone in a while.
Let's go.
I won't go in the water.
Aren't you coming?
Why? You've never been there.
The water must be cold now.
I won't join either.
Won't you come?
It's sunny but it's cold.
It's no that cold, and we'll have fun.
I just don't wanna get sick.
All right, that's fine.
Are you afraid of the water, Jean-Luc?
Is he always like that?
- Maybe you can't swim.
- Maybe so.
Then why won't you come?
What's wrong?
Are you frustrated?
Say what you mean.
I'm just asking.
Why do you ask me that?
Do you want to make fun of me?
- Not at all.
- Shut up, guys.
Let's go to the beach.
- All right.
See you.
- Which way?
- That way.
I'll dip my big toe in the water.
- Get up there!
- The other way around.
All right, 1, 2,3.
- You cheated!
- Now Matteo against me.
- OK.
- Because he's bad.
What did you say?
You're ganging up against me!
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- Are you sure?
- I am.
Come on then, let's have fun.
Don't let me beat you!
That's so lame!
- What are you playng at?
- Sumo wrestling.
You wanna play?
Come into the ring.
There's not much of a ring left,
but you gotta push your opponent out of it.
- No!
- Oh, all right.
No, I'm not playng!
How are you?
You've got some drool on you.
When you look at me,
what do you think of?
When I look at you?
- Am I looking at you?
- Aren't you?
No, not really.
Not really?
- What about you?
- What?
- Do you look at me?
- I really do.
Of course I do.
Haven't you noticed?
- So, what do you think of?
- I think of you.
- Of me?
- Yeah.
Of your happiness.
What do you mean?
I think about making you happy.
- About life?
- Yes.
It's a tough question.
- I'd be happy leaving this place.
- Where to?
Paris, I guess.
Anywhere but Morlaix.
I'd be happy in Paris.
I don't think moving makes one happy.
Really.
- So you know what makes me happy?
- I don't.
You're right. But...
I'm disappointed.
I thought you knew everything.
Hugo thinks so.
Hugo's great.
People like him should become somebody.
Really.
That's true.
Will you become somebody?
I won't.
I'm not balanced enough.
- Aren't you?
- No, I couldn't.
No, but I'm really happy in Morlaix.
- Really.
- That's because you just got here.
No, that's not the only reason.
I swear!
I think I'll stay here.
If I run everywhere, I'll lose my breath.
In 5 years, you'll see.
What did you talk about?
Nothing special.
You talked for a while.
Barely an hour.
That's long enough to talk.
Sure, but it was nothing special.
Did he make a move?
No, he didn't.
He won't try anything.
Would you tell me if he did?
I would, but he didn't.
You were right, Lara.
It's sunny.
- So much of it fell down.
- It's crazy.
The storm took everything but the theater.
Only the theater withstood it.
- Art shall remain!
- Watch it, it's slippery.
Do you like me?
Yeah.
You're gorgeous.
Do you love me?
No.
Couldn't you love me?
I don't think so.
Why?
Aren't I clever enough?
No, I love Gwen.
Gwen?
Yeah.
You know she's with Thomas.
She'll never leave him.
Nothing's impossible.
The virgin Mary was also with someone.
And yet, she had Jesus.
Would you kiss me anyway?
I'm just asking.
Yes.
Let's go.
Maybe we should run.
Watch out!
How are you?
- Hello, you.
- How are you? Let's go inside.
We've had enough of the rain.
- Long time since we did this.
- Right.
It's a weird art movie.
- Really?
- I swear. Ask Pierre.
- Pierre, is it a silent movie?
- No.
I know.
I was messing with you.
Let's sit here.
Lara said it's a silent film.
She's so funny.
She might really believe it.
Come on, she knows it's not a silent film.
She thinks you're dumb enough
to believe it.
Fuck you.
It's starting.
Should I be impressed?
You're too slow.
You're really pretty like that.
- You're handsome.
- Am I?
No.
- I'm kidding, you're handsome.
- That's mean.
- I'm mean?
- Yes.
- What?
- You're mean.
I'll show you!
Let's spin.
Thomas.
Thomas?
I'm here.
- How are you?
- Good, and you?
Fine.
We're doing a boat trip.
What do you mean?
Jean-Luc offered,
because his father has a boat.
You're all going on a boat trip
without knowing him? He's got some nerve.
It's just a short trip
in the bay of Morlaix.
It's pretty big,
you have to know how to navigate.
- Has he ever driven a boat?
- I guess.
I didn't ask him directly.
Anyway, I can't come, I'm working.
I don't want you to go.
It'll be fine.
- Really?
- Yes.
- OK.
- I'll send you pictures.
Pictures?
I feel a bit better then.
That's nasty.
Jean-Luc!
Hi.
What a beautiful boat!
Nice.
So pretty.
- Can we get on board?
- Sure. This way.
Hi.
It's so pretty.
It's so beautiful.
You're lucky.
- Your dad just lets you take the boat?
- No.
No? So today, you can't?
- No.
- Won't he be mad?
Only if he knows about it.
You don't have to listen to him.
I don't.
I don't need a permission.
I'm not talking about guys.
I know. Are you jealous?
- Whatever.
- Yeah, you are.
- You're pissing me off.
- Enough.
Good vibes.
Thanks, Nina.
Where are we going?
Depends on the weather.
- It's nice.
- It is.
- Yo!
- Hey!
- How are you?
- Good, and you?
- Good.
- You're very late.
- Hi, how are you?
- Good, and you?
What's your dad's job?
He works in the dairy industry.
He has factories in Bayeux.
Cool.
What do you care?
I'm just asking.
Do you mind, Jean-Luc?
I don't.
It's a free country, I can ask.
You're nagging me.
You're a pain in the ass today.
The country's not free, but you can ask.
Free countries don't exist.
Anyway, stop bickering.
It's getting tired.
It ruins the mood.
Let's go already.
- Let's start the boat.
- All right.
Just kidding!
Anyway, thanks, Jean-Luc,
for inviting us on your boat.
We're all glad.
I'm happy to be with my friends,
on the sea.
I couldn't ask for more.
To me, that's the definition of happiness.
Really?
You've reached happiness?
You can't, you just get near it.
It's a moment of happiness,
not happiness itself.
How would you reach it?
I don't know if I ever have.
I like setting goals for myself.
When I reach them, I'm happy.
A bit of happiness.
You can't see it that way.
You can, to each their own,
but happiness can't be a goal.
It doesn't work.
But it's part of setting a goal.
You can't reach happiness, but reaching
a goal gives you some happiness.
To me, happiness is...
I'm eight.
My mother comes home from work.
I'm in bed with my 3 duvets.
She puts the stove on.
She lights her cigarette.
She whistles sometimes.
She doesn't know I'm awake,
listening to her.
That's a moment of happiness.
You need a lot to reach it.
It's a bit of happiness.
Maybe we can only reach it when we find
the meaning of our lives.
No!
I strongly disagree.
- We don't know...
- Sure, and according to me,
finding the meaning of life
is one of the scariest things ever.
- Really?
- Yes. When you figure out
that you exist and have to find meaning,
it gives me anxiety.
If I stare at a mirror for a few minutes,
just to get out of myself,
thinking I have things to do,
goals to reach, it's scary.
It's a moment of clarity,
but sometimes, you need one.
For example, I think happiness oscillates.
It can't be a straight line.
If it were, you'd be lost.
That way, you get reference points.
When you're really down,
you realize happiness is up there.
- Yeah, like waves.
- Exactly.
When I think of my happiest times,
it was usually when I was in love.
I was full of wonder...
I've been to reform schools in the U.S.
There's no dog, no gold fish...
That's dumb.
A kid should always have someone to love.
What makes me strive to be good
is the people I love.
So that they feel good, etc...
It depends on what you want.
But it's all based on love.
- Hi. How are you?
- Fine.
They told me you were here.
I came to keep you company.
I saw you alone
and thought you were bored.
- Did you watch the game yesterday?
- No.
Marseille lost.
Too bad I was supporting them.
I couldn't watch the second half
because my sister told me to go to bed.
So I went to bed.
I wore my Marseille sweater
the next day anyway.
I had to face the consequences.
They sang:
Marseille, all of us
Are deep inside your anus
I said: if that's true,
how come they have a star there?
Paris doesn't have any, nothing.
When they have that star,
they'll be equals.
They need 2 to be better,
which Marseille could get.
There are dumb people everywhere.
It is what it is.
Are you OK?
You look very pensive.
- I didn't sleep well.
- What happened?
Everyone wants me to make choices now.
- At 18.
- They talk about the possibilities.
- Hard to know what to choose.
- It is.
That's a life problem.
- What do you wanna do?
- Me?
I'm not sure, but my father says
they need veterinarians in Morlaix, so...
- Are you interested?
- I don't really like animals.
Then don't become a vet.
I mean it, be careful.
- It would mess your life up.
- I know.
It's easy to mess up your life nowadays.
Choices need to be made.
You must look ahead and move on.
It'll change during your lifetime.
My sister's not like you.
She's very determined.
She knows what she wants.
She knows what she's doing too.
She's great.
- Are you in love with her?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- But she's with Thomas.
- Don't even mention him.
They're not good together.
They argue very often.
I don't like him.
She deserves better.
You too.
You'll make the right choices.
You have to make them, Hugo.
- I know.
- Or you'll live someone else's life.
It takes courage, but you have plenty.
- You'll choose the right studies too.
- We'll see.
Oh, come on.
Jean-Luc!
Come here.
What's up?
- You help Hugo with his homework?
- Yeah.
Why?
- Why not?
- Because you can't go to Gwen's.
- Why?
- I'll tell you why.
Anything regarding her
is my business.
So her kid brother is my business.
- And I won't let you.
- None of your business.
- Yes it is, all the way.
- No, it's not.
I hope you get it.
You're 2 cowboys
who think Gwen can't decide for herself.
- Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm sorry.
- I'm serious.
- Fuck off!
- I won't say it again.
- Open your eyes, Thomas.
What was it?
Yeah! 12-10.
I think we should put a bar here.
And another one there
with the speakers next to it.
Good idea.
It'll leave some room.
What do you think?
- Good idea!
- Great, let's do that.
- Get the trestles.
- I'm on it.
There you go.
- I think we have enough beer.
- Yeah.
Back up a little bit.
Help us, guys.
All right.
Careful.
- Hi, how are you?
- You're making some special juice?
- A great one.
- What are you making?
Some great punch.
No choice tonight:
you'll drink some vodka punch.
If you don't like it, too bad.
- Who'll lift my spirits tonight?
- The twins, Nina, and me.
OK.
What about Balthazar and Jean-Luc?
I didn't see them.
I think they'll come by later.
All right.
- Give me that.
- No!
Yes!
- Nina.
- Yes?
Have you seen Thomas?
I saw him earlier with Pierre.
He must be inside.
What are you doing here?
I must talk to Thomas.
Do you know where he is?
You don't?
You kick ass, you don't talk.
You only like violence
and forgot how to talk.
Thomas.
Let's go outside.
- What's up?
- Put your beer down.
What are you doing?
Meet me outside.
All right, I'm coming.
- Are you OK?
- I'll be back.
What is it, Jean-Luc?
Do you love her?
Who, Gwen?
Of course I do.
Do you wanna know if she loves you?
- I think she does.
- You think so?
Yeah.
We'll ask her on Monday,
on the bridge, at 10:30.
We have to know.
If she says she loves you, I'll leave.
If she loves me, I'll jump off the bridge.
Let me get this straight.
If she loves me,
you'll leave.
I get that part.
But if she loves you,
you'll jump off?
No need for a love that'll fade.
Knowing she loves me is enough.
It's wonderful.
I knew you were shady, Jean-Luc,
but I didn't expect that.
- We have different dreams.
- You got that right.
Do you realize what you're sayng?
What's wrong with it?
I don't understand you.
Will you ask her?
I won't ask her anything.
Are you crazy?
On Monday, 10:30, on the bridge.
Not showing up means you don't love her.
If you loved her, you'd let her choose.
- You're insane.
- I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
If you love her, let her choose!
I'll give you the definition
of a news story.
It's the event itself,
the information about it,
and the part of the newspaper
that deals with it.
And so you came.
As you can see.
I'm glad you came.
Now that I'm here, can we go?
Let's wait for her.
She won't come.
We're wasting our time.
She'll come, don't worry.
You came after saying you wouldn't,
so will she.
I came anyway,
but that doesn't mean she will too.
It took courage to come.
You're brave.
Maybe so,
but we're just wasting our time here.
Looking for love is never wasting time.
Never.
Write down on your notebook
two current news stories.
Take my stuff when you leave.
It doesn't matter what they are.
Fun's over.
Can we go now?
- Tell us who you love.
- We're on a bridge, it's ludicrous.
No, it's not.
I need to know.
It is ludicrous.
We should leave.
Don't you wanna know?
We need to know.
Why don't we walk down first?
No, just tell us who you love.
That way, we'll know.
You should be with the one you love.
Do you really wanna know?
Yes.
I love Thomas.
Sorry.
Dear students.
As you know, Jean-Luc is gone.
Our thoughts go to him and his family.
In his honor,
let us now observe a minute of silence.
Thank you.
You can return to your classrooms.
Thomas.
Yes?
I'm off.
I'm leaving Morlaix.
What do you mean?
When?
I don't know.
Soon.
What about graduation?
Are you just dropping off?
No.
I'll graduate on my own.
It doesn't matter.
I'll stay at Caroline's in Paris.
Morlaix will never be the same without you.
It will.
Not to me.
Anyway, I can feel it:
you don't love me anymore.
I'm sorry.
I hope you're not mad at me.
Of course not.
You shouldn't be sorry, I should.
I can't stand living here anymore.
You're a special guy,
much more than you think.
Is your decision final?
Can I at least hug you one last time?
The 11:47 train from Brest
going to Paris, will be arriving soon
and departing at 11:47 on track number 2.
Please step away
from the edge of the platform.
I can see you didn't like it much.
You didn't either?
Glad I'm not the only one.
So?
- It's not the movie of the century.
- Not quite.
The movie has a coherent story.
It's the beginning of a love story.
That's quite commonplace.
But the ending goes too far.
The choice is:
"If you love me, I'll jump,
if you don't, I'll leave."
But he jumps anyway.
- It's too...
- It's sad.
He must have misunderstood.
But for me, that's too much.
I don't like his childish reaction.
That's silly.
He's deprived himself of a lifetime.
At 18, you haven't lived yet.
Even if he doesn't think so.
He's deprived himself of a great,
fulfilling life.
I'll come back to what Balthazar said.
About Jean-Luc's death: either
the movie's not credible, or he isn't.
It's as if he lived in a romantic comedy.
Nobody commits suicide for love
like that, it's useless.
Especially since he's not alone.
He has parents,
maybe even siblings.
Imagine being the mother of an 18 year old
who kills himself for a girl he just met.
And he leaves her with such guilt!
If he does love her,
he can't leave her with that much guilt.
Unless he's completely insane.
Maybe I'm alone in this,
but the movie felt way too long.
I felt like it lasted forever,
and there was no suspense at all.
- Did you anticipate his suicide?
- Totally.
- How did you know?
- I'm not sure. I just felt it coming.
The only upside I see in this film
is its stance on love.
Jean-Luc's love for Gwen is so powerful...
It gave me a feeling I can't describe.
- Creepiness?
- No, it's not creepy.
I don't condone suicide,
but anyone can do it if they want to.
A beautiful love, a useless suicide.
His love is not even beautiful,
it's just so powerful.
It's almost like the love I have
for my brother.
That's how I felt it.
How far will you go with your brother?
Without going to extremes,
I'm just talking about the feeling.
It moved me, it touched my heart.
I don't know.
- That's the power of love.
- It really touched me.
That's the one thing
I liked about the movie.
When you love someone,
it only lasts
until you say it to the one you love.
That's right. They often say:
"Love takes an effort."
- Bullshit, love is love.
- Not at all.
People change, they evolve after a while.
You need to adapt, but the love remains.
Love exists until you speak its name.
Afterward, it's just the remains.
- Then the love is gone?
- That's what the movie means.
You think love doesn't exist
until it's spoken?
No, I think that's what love is.
Cyrano was interested in seducing Roxanne.
Writing letters, loving her,
until they meet
and profess their love to one another.
- Then it opens up.
- But the story isn't over yet.
Maybe it is, but that moment is infinite.
That's not true: the guy jumps off.
That's my point.
He jumps, then in one second...
- It's over.
- The 60 years he could've lived...
He wastes it all.
For him, love is eternal.
But for Gwen...
It's not a waste.
Nothing should be taken for granted.
We're full of certainties now.
Life is more precious than ever.
People think they'll live until 60.
But some people don't.
One day to the next, you can die.
He knows it.
And he lives it.
This woman loves him.
He gets it.
He knows he could die tomorrow.
- He might be wrong.
What if the guy misunderstood Gwen's signs
and was 100% wrong?
So what?
In his mind, she loves him.
- It's wonderful.
- They could've had a relationship,
shared a life, made plans.
He had one.
While he jumped.
- Maybe he takes it all with him.
- You're going too far.
The character's an idiot at that point.
- Huh?
- I found him to be an idiot.
You see an idiot, I see a poet.
The difference is interesting.
It's romance, even.
It's very romantic. It's about making
a work of art out of your life.
What's interesting is how we picture it,
and how it makes us change our lives.
When you see a character who's ready
to strive so much to live his emotions,
it's a life path you can take.
He doesn't live his emotions, he jumps.
It allows us to think that we don't want to
die so young for such a stupid reason.
I learned that I wouldn't commit suicide
for a girl when I'm that young.
But everyone has their own point of view.
You know, it takes courage to die happy,
to kill yourself when you're happy.
You don't kill yourself when you're happy.
You might as well enjoy life
with someone you love.
- It's underestimating yourself.
- It's very sad to die sad.
But choosing when you die...
Life's so hard.
Most people don't choose when they die.
That's awful.
If you're gonna choose,
die when you're sad.
It's sad to know you're dying
when you don't want to.
It's horrible.
I've seen it.
I know dying happy takes courage.
It's not for everyone.
It doesn't take courage, but stupidity.
It's useless to die if you're happy.
You don't know how sad it is to die sad,
when you don't want to die.
That's it.
I must admit
I didn't understand everything.
- Nobody did.
- It was messy.
I'm glad we're talking about it.
It shows our different takes on it.
Listening to you has opened my eyes
to many things I didn't understand.
For instance, Pierre mentioned
the power of love in the movie.
I didn't see it at first,
but since he's mentioned it,
I can see that he's right.
The intensity of love in it is outstanding.
Since the guy kills himself,
love is really powerful.
Even without the suicide ending,
it's a remarkable love.
And I don't condone suicide.
It's a cowardly move.
To each their own,
but I think it's cowardly.
I'm against it.
On the other hand,
I'm having second thoughts,
and I can almost understand it.
Even if I would never do it myself,
I can almost understand.
The love was so intense...
It's his choice, I can't explain.
You can understand it
without wanting to do the same.
Even if you can't identify.
- I understand but I don't accept it.
- I see.
Isn't it a shame he's missing out?
I do!
But maybe that's what he wanted in the end.
He chose to end it all.
But it's...
I think it's a shame to end your life
for your first love.
You can have several love stories
in your life.
Not just one.
You can't end your life after that.
There'll be other ones.
- Maybe she was the one.
- There are several of them.
That's right,
it can happen several times in your life.
He might have met a greater love.
When you're with the one,
you can't imagine other ones.
But there will be.
I think there was only one for him.
- He doesn't know that!
- Would you jump for someone?
I don't think I would.
I wouldn't let my loved ones down
like that.
But thinking of the character,
he might have his reasons.
And I agree with you...
Jean-Luc said he was feeling
these feelings deeply,
and maybe he had what he wanted,
and that was enough.
- I agree, he couldn't want more.
- He got what he wanted, he was done.
Ship to port!
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
- What's with your hair?
- Don't you like it?
- I do. It looks great.
- Thanks.
Do you need help?
No, but let's have a beer.
All right.
Wonderful.
Thank you for coming.
My pleasure.
You wowed everyone.
- Did I?
- I don't understand why, but you did.
That's because of the money.
People like it.
Sure, that's part of it.
But there's something else.
- What about you?
- What?
- What do you think?
- Of you?
Yes.
You obviously aren't dumb.
Be careful around intelligence.
It can be used to manipulate anyone.
You just need to use the right tone,
and ready-made sentences.
You speak as if what you say
is very complicated.
You pause while talking.
I know them all.
I've used them all.
What are you doing here?
Come in.
You didn't answer my call.
I'm working, I don't have my phone.
Why are you here so late?
I felt bad.
I thought I'd feel better here.
Is something wrong at school?
No.
Did you talk to your father?
No.
Then what?
I don't know.
I feel lonely.
I'm sorry but I can't help.
I have too much work to do.
But as soon as I'm home from work,
I can call you if you'd like.
OK.
And you can visit me.
Is that OK?
Yeah.
- Hi!
- Hello!
You're careless.
The bus will leave in one minute!
Do you have your tickets?
- Come here, Matteo!
- Sure.
- Why are you shouting?
- He can't hear me.
Thank you very much.
- Did you forget anything?
- No.
- Let's go this way.
- I'll be your camp counselor today.
- Are you certified?
- I sure am.
Watch out for the mud.
I'll roll a cigarette.
Stop.
Let's settle here.
- Here?
- It's the only part with a clearing.
- It's no good.
- It's the only flat terrain around.
You think that's flat?
I walked 90 minutes
with a heavy bag for this?
- You didn't.
- You think I rolled here?
- With those legs, yes.
- Long legs, short wiener!
It's really nice here.
Then deal with it on your own.
- We can't be as fast as you are.
- It's a nice spot.
We're going to settle here.
There's even a cabin.
- This side up?
- Yes.
- Let's put it here.
- More like this.
- We're faster than you.
- It's not a competition.
Yes, it is.
First tent up wins more beer than the rest.
What are you doing?
Put it that way.
- It's fine the way it is.
- No, it's not!
Put the pegs in.
Wait.
Classy.
- Wait.
- Keep going!
Pick up the tent!
- You put a fence up.
- Don't copy our ideas!
- Pierre could've been an architect.
- It's so pretty.
Do you see what the did?
I couldn't sleep
because I thought about death.
So nice!
I hate it when I think about that.
It brought me down.
Do you ever think about it?
- I often do.
- Before sleeping?
Yeah, it goes round and round in your head.
- It won't stop.
- What do you think of?
I don't think of my own death,
but the death of loved ones.
Losing my mother, or my grandma.
- Or your brother.
- That's the worst.
It would be as if I died myself.
- No kidding.
- I'm afraid of losing loved ones too.
I don't mind when other people die...
Well, I do.
But it's more my own death,
and how it'll affect them.
I won't be there for my parents.
They'll get over it.
They'll be fine.
That's not cool.
You won't be aware of it, you'll be dead.
That's the idea.
It depends on what you think happens
when you die.
- It's mainly for them.
- Your body dies, but your soul remains.
I wish I believed in reincarnation.
Then I wouldn't be afraid anymore.
Death wouldn't matter.
My mother would become a butterfly.
- Butterflies die fast.
- Sure, but I'd feel better.
Good plan.
We should believe in reincarnation.
- You'd become a flower.
- What kind?
- A daisy.
- No, not that.
A majestic flower.
- No, a daisy.
- A poppy.
- No, a daisy.
- A weed.
- Sure, a weed.
You drop dead, you rot,
then you become fertilizer.
That's so kind of you.
Anything that happens after death
is a big part of religion.
For ages,
religion was the answer to everything.
It was the easy way.
Any question could be answered that way.
God was there for you.
I'm not religious, so that's my view.
But we should respect people's beliefs.
Now we have some real answers.
Not to everything.
No, but we're getting somewhere.
I agree with you.
I respect anyone's thoughts,
but it only exists
to make people feel better.
- It's an illusion.
- That's why I'd love to believe.
Something would make me feel better.
- Why don't you believe?
- I just don't.
But I'd like to believe.
Like a nun.
Faith came to me out of necessity.
I became religious when I lost my brother,
two years ago.
That's how I found my faith.
I suddenly felt so lonely.
Everything was foreign to me.
I lost all my certainties,
and I needed something powerful.
My brother went fast, in 5 days.
He came home from school one day,
he didn't eat, had a fever, vomited.
I wasn't even worried.
I didn't talk to him.
The next day, he was hospitalized.
The doctors didn't know what to do.
He always said
everything would be all right.
He got transfusions.
He told me that he was fine,
that he'd be back home soon.
I believed him and stopped visiting him.
Four days later, my mother called me
and told me to come quickly.
So I came quickly.
Everybody was cryng.
My mother hugged me.
She told me
he loved us very much,
and that we should stay together.
I'm so scared!
I know it's no tiger but...
- Yes!
- A wild boar.
That's impossible.
Are you OK, Jean-Luc?
- Where are you going?
- Brasparts church.
Really?
That's so far away.
- Won't you come to the power plant?
- I can't.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
See you later.
Let's turn here.
Watch out for the mud.
We'll be there soon.
- What?
- The natural reserve's there.
And there's the power plant.
- That thing? It's so far away.
- No, that's fine.
It'll take us...
- Two days.
One or two hours.
Guys.
I'm going to Brasparts instead.
- To Brasparts?
- Yes.
It's so far way.
I'll take the bus or hitchhike.
Really?
I'm telling you.
All right.
As you wish.
Take care.
Same to you.
- Bye.
- Ciao.
- Shall we?
- Let's go.
Sorry about your brother.
I didn't know.
It is what it is.
I'm glad I got to know him.
You're brave.
I don't know who's the bravest of us.
I don't know the difference
between losing a brother and a mother.
What I can tell you
about losing your mother...
is that you can't imagine it.
She was the closest person to me.
She was a sunny,
kind-hearted person.
She was calm and sweet.
A great mother.
She got uterine cancer.
My father and her knew,
but didn't tell my brother and me
to protect us.
They only told us
when she got hospitalized.
Even as I visited her,
I couldn't talk to her about it.
Yet I could see her.
I could see how her eyes changed,
how she lost her hair.
But I couldn't.
It was a taboo subject.
I regret never asking her how she felt.
I never told her that I loved her,
or that everything would be fine.
I broke down when I came home.
I couldn't do it in front of her.
I wasn't experiencing it.
I cried until
I had no water left in my body.
I cried so much,
that the day...
it happened,
I couldn't shed a tear.
Selfishly, it was the hardest part for me.
Not being able to cry when she died.
I don't know if it was to keep face,
or to avoid cryng in front of Hugo.
I'm grown, I can cope,
but what can he do without his mother?
And since then,
I've been feeling completely empty.
I didn't just lose a friend,
I lost my mom.
I've lost a part of me.
I grew up in her womb.
Losing her felt like losing a limb.
Something was removed.
I've been a wreck ever since.
There it is.
- Do you remember the movie?
- Morlaix?
- Yes.
- I do.
I didn't like it much.
When he jumps, it ruins everything.
- Really?
- Yeah.
It has its moments.
When she says she loves Thomas,
you know she doesn't.
It's as if she didn't like her boyfriend,
or her city.
After he's jumped, she allows herself
to make a change, to roll the dice.
Would you like such a pure love?
I think so.
With Lara?
I don't think so.
Don't you love her?
I like her.
She's pretty.
I don't get theories about love.
I think they're useless.
Because everyone loves how they want to,
or can.
Especially with the one.
- Have you ever met him?
- The one?
- I don't think so.
- What about Thomas?
Of course I love him.
I like him, rather.
But he's not the one.
Could I be the one?
I think so.
Me too.
This is my place.
Amazing!
- You're amazing.
- I'd rather your parents didn't see us.
- They're not here.
- Aren't they?
Nobody can stand in the way of our love.
Come on.
You have pink windows?
My mom wants to remove them,
but I like them.
I like them too.
They look really nice.
- Does it work?
- Yes.
Mom, Antoine took the remote
and won't return it.
- Did you take it?
- No, I was in my room.
Come on, give it back.
- Did you take it?
- I didn't.
I can see you're lyng.
Give it back to him.
Do you think I didn't see you?
- Theo.
- Yes?
I got an email from your rugby club.
- You're gonna train with the local team.
- Are we?
- Fuck yeah.
- That's great, but don't use that word.
- Hi Gwen!
- How are you, Laeticia?
- I'm fine.
- I like what you've done here.
- Do you?
- What a change!
It was cluttered.
We've cleared it up, and there's room now.
Great idea.
It's much better that way.
Did we get our delivery?
No, we didn't.
I'm surprised, they're usually reliable.
- Wasn't it due yesterday?
- It was.
We'll have to call them.
- Do you want me to call them?
- No, I will.
Can I have your health card?
Thanks.
He gave you something
for your stomach ache.
Indeed. But how much should I take?
Two in the morning,
and two in the evening.
- All right?
- I forgot.
If you forget, you can call him.
What are you doing?
I'm making a roast.
- Do you need help?
- No, I'm almost done.
- It smells nice!
- Does it?
Sexy roast I like the most.
Excuse me?
Sexy roast I like the most.
I heard it right.
It rhymes.
Sexy roast I like the most.
Or: an erotic roast.
It's an alliteration.
- That's not funny, stop it.
My sister called.
- Carmen?
- Yes.
She's coming to Paris
and wants to stay here.
- When?
- On the 23rd, for the weekend.
I'll check on the agenda
to see if we have plans.
She'll be here from Thursday till Monday.
- It's more than a weekend.
- It's a long weekend.
- Almost a week.
- Not quite.
- Did your event go well?
- It did.
- Was it at Costes'?
- It was.
A lot of clients were there.
People from the bank too.
We had some drinks.
- Wasn't it too long?
- Very long.
Where are the kids?
In their room.
They're being quiet.
- Silence is never a good sign.
- No.
The calm before the storm.
Listen,
about Carmen,
I haven't agreed yet.
We can find an excuse.
We'll see.
- I said...
- I told you we'll see.
I'm going back to the kitchen.
I think we should put some products
back on the right.
- Next to the door?
- Yes.
It sold better when it was there.
Many customers had to go around
and bought something else.
- I'd rather have them on the right.
- OK.
My sister in law is coming
to stay with us for a week.
A week?
My God...
Way too long.
I already want to hit her.
I hate her yoga teacher, artistic side.
And she's a vegan now.
I can't stand these girls.
"Take care of your body.
Watch what you eat.
Don't eat fries."
- Give me a break.
- I can't take it.
I like fatty foods.
She'll take over my life.
My fridge, my kids, everything.
- Your kids love her.
- They do.
When I tell them to tidy up their room,
she tells me that it's fine,
that they have a creative environment.
- Hello.
- Hello, Gwen.
Thomas?
- At least you recognized me.
- I did.
How are you?
I can't believe it.
I'm fine.
What are you doing here?
- I came to visit you.
- Did you?
Jean-Luc is dead.
OK.
When do you get off?
I'll find a way to join you.
There's a cafe across the street.
- OK.
- See you soon.
So you're still in Morlaix?
Yeah.
But I moved around.
I did my apprenticeship.
After becoming a pastry chef,
I worked in a Relais Chteau.
- Near Quimper.
- You didn't leave Brittany.
No, I didn't.
And I bought the Europe hotel
a few years ago.
- Is it a good business?
- Yes. Many tourists come to Morlaix.
So, you're married?
Yes, I am.
I...
I married a Spaniard.
Did you?
- Do you have children?
- Yes, we do. Two of them.
One is 13 years old,
and the other one, 8.
- Already?
- And a third one is on the way.
We don't know what it is yet.
So you found a good man.
Yeah, he's great.
I like him.
- What about Hugo?
- He lives in Lyon.
He's a pianist.
In a little bar where he plays jazz music.
He likes it there.
He has a Swedish girlfriend.
A beautiful woman.
She's very tall.
Much more than he is.
They're very cute together.
A Spaniard and a Swedish woman.
- Did you see Jean-Luc often?
- I did.
We'd become good friends.
Once he was back in Morlaix,
after you parted ways,
he opened an antique store,
and we hung out often.
I don't know if it's because...
we were both confirmed singles,
who were disappointed with love,
but...
we often went on boat rides.
He wrote detective novels.
They always featured
impossible love stories.
Then 2 years ago,
he learned that he had colon cancer.
The next two years were full of...
chemo, surgeries...
It wasn't a pretty sight.
The last time I saw him,
a few weeks ago...
He made me promise
to come and tell you he was dead.
So here I am.
Where is he buried?
In Brasparts.
Remember the little cemetery
next to the church?
Alex?
It's me.
I'm fine.
There's a problem at the pharmacy,
I can't leave now.
I won't be able to pick up the kids.
Can you do it?
Keep going!
3, 2, 1, jump!
There you go!
I'll be right back.
- Are you cold, or tired?
- I'm tired.
Do you want some coffee?
It's not over yet.
No, I'm fine.
I'm going to Morlaix next weekend.
To Morlaix?
Really?
Yeah, it's been a while.
It's been a century, even.
It'll be good for me.
Do you want me to come?
We could spend a nice, long weekend there.
I'd rather go alone.
Would you?
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Hello.
- Hello, madam.
- Gwenaelle Kleber, I booked a room.
- Kleber...
- Yes, a room for 3 nights.
- Right.
- May I please have your I.D.?
- Sure.
Thank you.
There you go.
- You're Mr Galle's guest.
- Am I?
- Yes.
- He shouldn't have.
He insisted.
And he's already paid.
All right, thanks.
You're in room 15.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Is Mrs. Duffour here?
- No, she's not.
Do you know when she'll be back?
She left this morning.
She'll be back in a week.
- I can call her if you'd like.
- No, there's no need.
What's your name?
Gwenaelle Kleber.
I was a friend of her son's.
A long time ago.
Oh, you're Gwen.
Yes.
Jean-Luc died.
I know.
I've just been told.
It was too late.
That's why I came.
OK.
Can I take a walk in the garden?
Of course you can.
Or would you like to come in?
Sure, why not?
- I brought you some tea.
- Thank you.
What happened to Mrs. Duffour is very sad.
I like her very much.
These past few months,
Jean-Luc lived with us.
And...
It brought some light into our lives.
It feels empty now.
"By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries".
T.S. Eliot
- Hello.
- Hello.
Room 15, please.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
Mr. Galle asked me to tell you
they played Morlaix at the movie theater.
- Really?
- The movie was made here 20 years ago.
At the Salamandre theater.
Thank you.
- Hello.
- Hello.
One for Morlaix, please.
Thank you.
Don't you think Lara's a bit distant?
I mean, with me.
No, I don't.
Jean-Luc, can I talk to you?
Can you close your book, please?
- What is it, Pierre?
- Are you going to Gwen and Hugo's?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Why not?
- Why aren't you going to your place?
Or elsewhere?
Are you trying to make me mad
by ignoring me?
That's the thing with dumb people:
when you talk to them, you become dumb.
- So I shouldn't talk to you?
- So fuck off.
I'll leave, but I'll be back.
Can I ask you something?
When you look at me, what do you think of?
Do I look at you?
- You sure do.
- I don't.
- Don't you?
- Not really.
Shit.
What about you?
- What?
- You look at me.
Yes.
I really look at you.
So what do you think of?
I think of you.
- Of me?
- Of your happiness.
And how I'll make you happy.
- In life?
- Yes, in life.
That's a big question.
Leaving Morlaix would make me happy.
Where would you go?
I don't know.
Paris, I guess.
Anywhere but Morlaix.
I think I'd be happy in Paris.
I don't think so.
Paris didn't make me happy.
- But we're different.
- That's true.
But...
You won't be freer elsewhere.
It's not about freedom, but happiness.
It won't make you happy.
Because you know what would?
- I don't.
- How disappointing.
I thought you knew everything.
Well, Hugo thinks so.
Hugo's great, he'll be somebody.
He'll do great things.
I wonder what.
Do you think you'll be somebody?
- No.
- Why?
- I'm not balanced enough.
- Aren't you?
I think I'll stay in Morlaix.
I'm going to settle here.
- That's because you just got here.
- No, I'll be happy here.
So what's up, Jean-Luc?
- You love her too.
- Gwen?
- Yeah.
- Of course I do.
- Do you wanna know if she loves you?
- I think she does.
We'll ask her on Monday, at 10:30,
on the bridge.
The three of us.
We'll ask her who she loves.
If she loves you, I'll leave.
If she loves me...
I'll jump off the bridge.
- Wait a minute.
So we'll ask her who she loves.
If she loves me, you'll leave us alone.
That's fine.
But if she loves you,
you'll jump off the bridge?
Yeah.
That's nonsense.
I don't need a love that will fade.
If she loves me, it's wonderful.
OK, but that doesn't make sense.
It doesn't need to.
I'm more afraid of love than death.
I knew you were shady,
but I didn't expect this at all.
I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
Good for you.
Do you realize what you're telling me?
Will you come tomorrow?
No, I won't.
It doesn't make any sense.
Then you don't love her.
- That's unrelated.
- If you love her, let her choose.
Don't force her to love you.
I'm sure you'll come.
You're a lunatic.
See you on Monday.
Hi, Jean-Luc.
- How are you?
- Fine.
I came anyway.
Thank you.
Come on, let's go.
No, we'll wait for her.
She won't, it's useless.
Stop with the nonsense.
Let's go.
You were brave coming here.
Do you really want us to wait here?
- She'll come.
- She told me she won't.
I talked to her about it.
We're wasting our time.
You told me you wouldn't come,
yet you did.
I know she'll come.
It's useless.
All right, we've had our fun.
Can we go?
- Tell us who you love.
- Do you think it's the right moment?
We're on a bridge, it's ridiculous.
Why?
It's neither the time nor the place.
Come on, Jean-Luc, let's go.
Don't you want to know?
No more compromising:
if you love us, you love us.
If you love him, tell me.
Far from me, if you don't love me.
It's the same if I don't know.
Don't start waxing lyrical.
- Do you really want to know?
- Yes.
I've loved you from the start,
Jean-Luc.
And you know it.
You'll remember the good times
that you shared.
And above all, you'll never forget
the love she gave you.
We'll now observe a moment of silence
in her memory.
- Do you want me to take you home?
- No.
Are you sure?
- No, I'll be fine.
- OK.
- Didn't you like it?
- What?
Was I that bad?
No, that's the problem.
I didn't expect to come so hard.
It's really weird.
Do you want to be alone?
No. I want you to stay.
Can you stand up and just walk?
What do you mean?
- In this room?
- Yes.
- Naked?
- Yes.
All right.
Hugo, you need to get up.
How are you?
- I want to sleep.
- So do I, I get it.
But we're really in a hurry.
I'll be back after a shower.
In the meantime, get up.
See you then.
- Hugo!
- Yes?
Get up, please.
Thank you.
Hugo!
We have to go now. Really.
We have to leave in 5 minutes.
Please.
Hurry up!
My brother's almost here,
can you wait? Thanks.
I'm coming!
Come on!
- All right, I'm here!
- Quickly.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Antigone, the niece of Creon,
king of Thebes,
goes out and scratches
the soil with her fingernails
to bury her brother, Eteocles.
So Jean-Luc, I'll give you the book,
and I'll send you a link so that you can
watch the play on YouTube.
Thank you very much.
Antigone went out
early in the morning
and wanted to bury Eteocles next to Eolis,
but she was not allowed to go out.
She's a rebel.
She's against her uncle's policy.
She won't listen.
The new guy's over there.
- Have you talked to him?
- No.
He's so cute.
- Isn't he from Paris?
- He is.
- If he's from Paris, he's rich.
- Nonsense!
You don't need money to live there.
I know he's Parisian
by the way he looks.
- All Parisians are rich.
- Whatever.
Why did he come here mid-year?
- He broke out of prison.
- Yes, of course.
- Then he chose Morlaix.
- For sure.
No one can find you here.
He's super hot.
Stop it, Lara.
- I'm already in love.
- Come on!
What are you doing?
Whatever.
I'll show you a choreography.
Watch my moves and try to match them, OK?
Hit it, Matteo.
All right. Did you watch carefully?
- We did.
- Great.
Let's do this.
- Do you want a cigarette?
- Sure.
Thanks.
- Something wrong, Gwen?
- Yes.
- I'm going home.
- Can I come?
- No.
- OK.
- Bye.
- See you later.
Wait!
- Are you the new guy?
- I am.
- You don't have friends yet.
- No need.
Unfortunately, I don't have any.
- Would you like some?
- Yeah.
- Let's be mates then.
- All right.
- Any plans for tomorrow?
- Going to school, then home.
Instead, at 5 o'clock, come here
and we'll take a walk in Morlaix.
Then we'll make some music.
Great.
- See you then.
- Bye.
My name's Jean-Luc.
And I'm Hugo.
- Welcome.
- Thank you for having me.
My pleasure.
- Where should I put my coat?
- On the table.
On the table?
- Let's make some music.
- I'm not good at it.
I'll get the gear.
Let's make some magic.
- Can you play the guitar?
- Not very well.
- I can play the computer well.
- Can you?
- It's a big house.
- It is.
It's beautiful too.
It's smaller than your heart.
We can compose a theme,
then make the arrangements,
then add drums and a keyboard.
- That can be nice.
I have an idea for a theme.
Tell me if you like it.
- That could be nice.
- Then we can loop it.
Then we'll add drums.
What's your favorite style?
I like that, but it's completely different.
It's Tiakola, Nio, Michael Jackson.
Stuff like that.
- OK.
- Depending on your favorite singers,
we could mix their styles.
Bless you.
Then we could add a guitar.
Do you play music?
The piano, for 2 years, but...
I'm bad at it.
The teacher plays like this...
While I go like this...
"I should've played that one."
It's hard for me.
- But I try.
- Good for you.
My mother loves the piano.
Well, loved it.
- Do you miss her?
- Badly.
How do you and Gwen cope?
It's hard, but we cope anyway.
You'll be a great pianist.
- Will I?
- Some day you'll be great at it.
We don't know that.
- You've got Mozart's eyes.
- Do I?
What we do for no reason
determines our future.
You're right.
You'll be very popular at school.
I want you to have many friends.
Then you'll forget about me.
I won't do that, pal.
Are you sure?
I went to Jean-Luc's yesterday.
- Did you?
- Yes.
- What did you do?
- We played music and talked.
- What did you talk about?
- He said I'd be a great pianist.
- Did he, really?
- Yes.
- Did you say you couldn't play?
- No.
- You should have.
- I'm not sure I should have.
He's a great guy, unlike the rest.
- What rest?
- The guys from high school.
- Why?
- Because they ignore me.
They don't even look at me
when I say 'hi'.
At least, he's interested in me.
He's your best friend now?
- That's not what I mean.
- If he's great, he'll make new friends.
- Why do you say that?
- I'm not being mean.
You'll still be his friend,
but not the only one.
- And that's fine.
- OK.
- I'll get some water.
- Can you bring me some juice?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
Regarding Jean-Luc...
I think he's special.
Tell me more.
He says things
that are not necessarily true,
but you really want to believe him.
- You'd believe anything he says?
- No.
But when he says
I'll become a great pianist,
it might not happen,
but I want to believe him.
OK.
Interesting.
The artist creates a piece,
and the craftsman can reproduce it.
That's the difference between them.
The craftsman doesn't create art.
We can tell the difference,
but there's actually no difference.
The craftsman is about technique, whereas
the artist is about the end result.
The craftsman will try to produce locally,
by hand,
a supposedly quality product.
The artist is about the result.
Hugo, go like this!
Here, Matteo!
Here!
- Go for it!
- Shit!
- No!
- You're pissing me off.
Go for it!
He was offside.
Yeah, it doesn't count.
This goal doesn't count.
Let's go that way.
Get it, Hugo!
The ordeal's over.
Was it all right?
Is it really over?
Balthazar, was Lara any good?
She helped, but there's no beating them.
The twins are very good.
What do we do now?
I'm fed up with football.
It's sunny, let's go to the beach.
- Good idea.
- We haven't gone in a while.
Let's go.
I won't go in the water.
Aren't you coming?
Why? You've never been there.
The water must be cold now.
I won't join either.
Won't you come?
It's sunny but it's cold.
It's no that cold, and we'll have fun.
I just don't wanna get sick.
All right, that's fine.
Are you afraid of the water, Jean-Luc?
Is he always like that?
- Maybe you can't swim.
- Maybe so.
Then why won't you come?
What's wrong?
Are you frustrated?
Say what you mean.
I'm just asking.
Why do you ask me that?
Do you want to make fun of me?
- Not at all.
- Shut up, guys.
Let's go to the beach.
- All right.
See you.
- Which way?
- That way.
I'll dip my big toe in the water.
- Get up there!
- The other way around.
All right, 1, 2,3.
- You cheated!
- Now Matteo against me.
- OK.
- Because he's bad.
What did you say?
You're ganging up against me!
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
- Are you sure?
- I am.
Come on then, let's have fun.
Don't let me beat you!
That's so lame!
- What are you playng at?
- Sumo wrestling.
You wanna play?
Come into the ring.
There's not much of a ring left,
but you gotta push your opponent out of it.
- No!
- Oh, all right.
No, I'm not playng!
How are you?
You've got some drool on you.
When you look at me,
what do you think of?
When I look at you?
- Am I looking at you?
- Aren't you?
No, not really.
Not really?
- What about you?
- What?
- Do you look at me?
- I really do.
Of course I do.
Haven't you noticed?
- So, what do you think of?
- I think of you.
- Of me?
- Yeah.
Of your happiness.
What do you mean?
I think about making you happy.
- About life?
- Yes.
It's a tough question.
- I'd be happy leaving this place.
- Where to?
Paris, I guess.
Anywhere but Morlaix.
I'd be happy in Paris.
I don't think moving makes one happy.
Really.
- So you know what makes me happy?
- I don't.
You're right. But...
I'm disappointed.
I thought you knew everything.
Hugo thinks so.
Hugo's great.
People like him should become somebody.
Really.
That's true.
Will you become somebody?
I won't.
I'm not balanced enough.
- Aren't you?
- No, I couldn't.
No, but I'm really happy in Morlaix.
- Really.
- That's because you just got here.
No, that's not the only reason.
I swear!
I think I'll stay here.
If I run everywhere, I'll lose my breath.
In 5 years, you'll see.
What did you talk about?
Nothing special.
You talked for a while.
Barely an hour.
That's long enough to talk.
Sure, but it was nothing special.
Did he make a move?
No, he didn't.
He won't try anything.
Would you tell me if he did?
I would, but he didn't.
You were right, Lara.
It's sunny.
- So much of it fell down.
- It's crazy.
The storm took everything but the theater.
Only the theater withstood it.
- Art shall remain!
- Watch it, it's slippery.
Do you like me?
Yeah.
You're gorgeous.
Do you love me?
No.
Couldn't you love me?
I don't think so.
Why?
Aren't I clever enough?
No, I love Gwen.
Gwen?
Yeah.
You know she's with Thomas.
She'll never leave him.
Nothing's impossible.
The virgin Mary was also with someone.
And yet, she had Jesus.
Would you kiss me anyway?
I'm just asking.
Yes.
Let's go.
Maybe we should run.
Watch out!
How are you?
- Hello, you.
- How are you? Let's go inside.
We've had enough of the rain.
- Long time since we did this.
- Right.
It's a weird art movie.
- Really?
- I swear. Ask Pierre.
- Pierre, is it a silent movie?
- No.
I know.
I was messing with you.
Let's sit here.
Lara said it's a silent film.
She's so funny.
She might really believe it.
Come on, she knows it's not a silent film.
She thinks you're dumb enough
to believe it.
Fuck you.
It's starting.
Should I be impressed?
You're too slow.
You're really pretty like that.
- You're handsome.
- Am I?
No.
- I'm kidding, you're handsome.
- That's mean.
- I'm mean?
- Yes.
- What?
- You're mean.
I'll show you!
Let's spin.
Thomas.
Thomas?
I'm here.
- How are you?
- Good, and you?
Fine.
We're doing a boat trip.
What do you mean?
Jean-Luc offered,
because his father has a boat.
You're all going on a boat trip
without knowing him? He's got some nerve.
It's just a short trip
in the bay of Morlaix.
It's pretty big,
you have to know how to navigate.
- Has he ever driven a boat?
- I guess.
I didn't ask him directly.
Anyway, I can't come, I'm working.
I don't want you to go.
It'll be fine.
- Really?
- Yes.
- OK.
- I'll send you pictures.
Pictures?
I feel a bit better then.
That's nasty.
Jean-Luc!
Hi.
What a beautiful boat!
Nice.
So pretty.
- Can we get on board?
- Sure. This way.
Hi.
It's so pretty.
It's so beautiful.
You're lucky.
- Your dad just lets you take the boat?
- No.
No? So today, you can't?
- No.
- Won't he be mad?
Only if he knows about it.
You don't have to listen to him.
I don't.
I don't need a permission.
I'm not talking about guys.
I know. Are you jealous?
- Whatever.
- Yeah, you are.
- You're pissing me off.
- Enough.
Good vibes.
Thanks, Nina.
Where are we going?
Depends on the weather.
- It's nice.
- It is.
- Yo!
- Hey!
- How are you?
- Good, and you?
- Good.
- You're very late.
- Hi, how are you?
- Good, and you?
What's your dad's job?
He works in the dairy industry.
He has factories in Bayeux.
Cool.
What do you care?
I'm just asking.
Do you mind, Jean-Luc?
I don't.
It's a free country, I can ask.
You're nagging me.
You're a pain in the ass today.
The country's not free, but you can ask.
Free countries don't exist.
Anyway, stop bickering.
It's getting tired.
It ruins the mood.
Let's go already.
- Let's start the boat.
- All right.
Just kidding!
Anyway, thanks, Jean-Luc,
for inviting us on your boat.
We're all glad.
I'm happy to be with my friends,
on the sea.
I couldn't ask for more.
To me, that's the definition of happiness.
Really?
You've reached happiness?
You can't, you just get near it.
It's a moment of happiness,
not happiness itself.
How would you reach it?
I don't know if I ever have.
I like setting goals for myself.
When I reach them, I'm happy.
A bit of happiness.
You can't see it that way.
You can, to each their own,
but happiness can't be a goal.
It doesn't work.
But it's part of setting a goal.
You can't reach happiness, but reaching
a goal gives you some happiness.
To me, happiness is...
I'm eight.
My mother comes home from work.
I'm in bed with my 3 duvets.
She puts the stove on.
She lights her cigarette.
She whistles sometimes.
She doesn't know I'm awake,
listening to her.
That's a moment of happiness.
You need a lot to reach it.
It's a bit of happiness.
Maybe we can only reach it when we find
the meaning of our lives.
No!
I strongly disagree.
- We don't know...
- Sure, and according to me,
finding the meaning of life
is one of the scariest things ever.
- Really?
- Yes. When you figure out
that you exist and have to find meaning,
it gives me anxiety.
If I stare at a mirror for a few minutes,
just to get out of myself,
thinking I have things to do,
goals to reach, it's scary.
It's a moment of clarity,
but sometimes, you need one.
For example, I think happiness oscillates.
It can't be a straight line.
If it were, you'd be lost.
That way, you get reference points.
When you're really down,
you realize happiness is up there.
- Yeah, like waves.
- Exactly.
When I think of my happiest times,
it was usually when I was in love.
I was full of wonder...
I've been to reform schools in the U.S.
There's no dog, no gold fish...
That's dumb.
A kid should always have someone to love.
What makes me strive to be good
is the people I love.
So that they feel good, etc...
It depends on what you want.
But it's all based on love.
- Hi. How are you?
- Fine.
They told me you were here.
I came to keep you company.
I saw you alone
and thought you were bored.
- Did you watch the game yesterday?
- No.
Marseille lost.
Too bad I was supporting them.
I couldn't watch the second half
because my sister told me to go to bed.
So I went to bed.
I wore my Marseille sweater
the next day anyway.
I had to face the consequences.
They sang:
Marseille, all of us
Are deep inside your anus
I said: if that's true,
how come they have a star there?
Paris doesn't have any, nothing.
When they have that star,
they'll be equals.
They need 2 to be better,
which Marseille could get.
There are dumb people everywhere.
It is what it is.
Are you OK?
You look very pensive.
- I didn't sleep well.
- What happened?
Everyone wants me to make choices now.
- At 18.
- They talk about the possibilities.
- Hard to know what to choose.
- It is.
That's a life problem.
- What do you wanna do?
- Me?
I'm not sure, but my father says
they need veterinarians in Morlaix, so...
- Are you interested?
- I don't really like animals.
Then don't become a vet.
I mean it, be careful.
- It would mess your life up.
- I know.
It's easy to mess up your life nowadays.
Choices need to be made.
You must look ahead and move on.
It'll change during your lifetime.
My sister's not like you.
She's very determined.
She knows what she wants.
She knows what she's doing too.
She's great.
- Are you in love with her?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- But she's with Thomas.
- Don't even mention him.
They're not good together.
They argue very often.
I don't like him.
She deserves better.
You too.
You'll make the right choices.
You have to make them, Hugo.
- I know.
- Or you'll live someone else's life.
It takes courage, but you have plenty.
- You'll choose the right studies too.
- We'll see.
Oh, come on.
Jean-Luc!
Come here.
What's up?
- You help Hugo with his homework?
- Yeah.
Why?
- Why not?
- Because you can't go to Gwen's.
- Why?
- I'll tell you why.
Anything regarding her
is my business.
So her kid brother is my business.
- And I won't let you.
- None of your business.
- Yes it is, all the way.
- No, it's not.
I hope you get it.
You're 2 cowboys
who think Gwen can't decide for herself.
- Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm sorry.
- I'm serious.
- Fuck off!
- I won't say it again.
- Open your eyes, Thomas.
What was it?
Yeah! 12-10.
I think we should put a bar here.
And another one there
with the speakers next to it.
Good idea.
It'll leave some room.
What do you think?
- Good idea!
- Great, let's do that.
- Get the trestles.
- I'm on it.
There you go.
- I think we have enough beer.
- Yeah.
Back up a little bit.
Help us, guys.
All right.
Careful.
- Hi, how are you?
- You're making some special juice?
- A great one.
- What are you making?
Some great punch.
No choice tonight:
you'll drink some vodka punch.
If you don't like it, too bad.
- Who'll lift my spirits tonight?
- The twins, Nina, and me.
OK.
What about Balthazar and Jean-Luc?
I didn't see them.
I think they'll come by later.
All right.
- Give me that.
- No!
Yes!
- Nina.
- Yes?
Have you seen Thomas?
I saw him earlier with Pierre.
He must be inside.
What are you doing here?
I must talk to Thomas.
Do you know where he is?
You don't?
You kick ass, you don't talk.
You only like violence
and forgot how to talk.
Thomas.
Let's go outside.
- What's up?
- Put your beer down.
What are you doing?
Meet me outside.
All right, I'm coming.
- Are you OK?
- I'll be back.
What is it, Jean-Luc?
Do you love her?
Who, Gwen?
Of course I do.
Do you wanna know if she loves you?
- I think she does.
- You think so?
Yeah.
We'll ask her on Monday,
on the bridge, at 10:30.
We have to know.
If she says she loves you, I'll leave.
If she loves me, I'll jump off the bridge.
Let me get this straight.
If she loves me,
you'll leave.
I get that part.
But if she loves you,
you'll jump off?
No need for a love that'll fade.
Knowing she loves me is enough.
It's wonderful.
I knew you were shady, Jean-Luc,
but I didn't expect that.
- We have different dreams.
- You got that right.
Do you realize what you're sayng?
What's wrong with it?
I don't understand you.
Will you ask her?
I won't ask her anything.
Are you crazy?
On Monday, 10:30, on the bridge.
Not showing up means you don't love her.
If you loved her, you'd let her choose.
- You're insane.
- I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
If you love her, let her choose!
I'll give you the definition
of a news story.
It's the event itself,
the information about it,
and the part of the newspaper
that deals with it.
And so you came.
As you can see.
I'm glad you came.
Now that I'm here, can we go?
Let's wait for her.
She won't come.
We're wasting our time.
She'll come, don't worry.
You came after saying you wouldn't,
so will she.
I came anyway,
but that doesn't mean she will too.
It took courage to come.
You're brave.
Maybe so,
but we're just wasting our time here.
Looking for love is never wasting time.
Never.
Write down on your notebook
two current news stories.
Take my stuff when you leave.
It doesn't matter what they are.
Fun's over.
Can we go now?
- Tell us who you love.
- We're on a bridge, it's ludicrous.
No, it's not.
I need to know.
It is ludicrous.
We should leave.
Don't you wanna know?
We need to know.
Why don't we walk down first?
No, just tell us who you love.
That way, we'll know.
You should be with the one you love.
Do you really wanna know?
Yes.
I love Thomas.
Sorry.
Dear students.
As you know, Jean-Luc is gone.
Our thoughts go to him and his family.
In his honor,
let us now observe a minute of silence.
Thank you.
You can return to your classrooms.
Thomas.
Yes?
I'm off.
I'm leaving Morlaix.
What do you mean?
When?
I don't know.
Soon.
What about graduation?
Are you just dropping off?
No.
I'll graduate on my own.
It doesn't matter.
I'll stay at Caroline's in Paris.
Morlaix will never be the same without you.
It will.
Not to me.
Anyway, I can feel it:
you don't love me anymore.
I'm sorry.
I hope you're not mad at me.
Of course not.
You shouldn't be sorry, I should.
I can't stand living here anymore.
You're a special guy,
much more than you think.
Is your decision final?
Can I at least hug you one last time?
The 11:47 train from Brest
going to Paris, will be arriving soon
and departing at 11:47 on track number 2.
Please step away
from the edge of the platform.
I can see you didn't like it much.
You didn't either?
Glad I'm not the only one.
So?
- It's not the movie of the century.
- Not quite.
The movie has a coherent story.
It's the beginning of a love story.
That's quite commonplace.
But the ending goes too far.
The choice is:
"If you love me, I'll jump,
if you don't, I'll leave."
But he jumps anyway.
- It's too...
- It's sad.
He must have misunderstood.
But for me, that's too much.
I don't like his childish reaction.
That's silly.
He's deprived himself of a lifetime.
At 18, you haven't lived yet.
Even if he doesn't think so.
He's deprived himself of a great,
fulfilling life.
I'll come back to what Balthazar said.
About Jean-Luc's death: either
the movie's not credible, or he isn't.
It's as if he lived in a romantic comedy.
Nobody commits suicide for love
like that, it's useless.
Especially since he's not alone.
He has parents,
maybe even siblings.
Imagine being the mother of an 18 year old
who kills himself for a girl he just met.
And he leaves her with such guilt!
If he does love her,
he can't leave her with that much guilt.
Unless he's completely insane.
Maybe I'm alone in this,
but the movie felt way too long.
I felt like it lasted forever,
and there was no suspense at all.
- Did you anticipate his suicide?
- Totally.
- How did you know?
- I'm not sure. I just felt it coming.
The only upside I see in this film
is its stance on love.
Jean-Luc's love for Gwen is so powerful...
It gave me a feeling I can't describe.
- Creepiness?
- No, it's not creepy.
I don't condone suicide,
but anyone can do it if they want to.
A beautiful love, a useless suicide.
His love is not even beautiful,
it's just so powerful.
It's almost like the love I have
for my brother.
That's how I felt it.
How far will you go with your brother?
Without going to extremes,
I'm just talking about the feeling.
It moved me, it touched my heart.
I don't know.
- That's the power of love.
- It really touched me.
That's the one thing
I liked about the movie.
When you love someone,
it only lasts
until you say it to the one you love.
That's right. They often say:
"Love takes an effort."
- Bullshit, love is love.
- Not at all.
People change, they evolve after a while.
You need to adapt, but the love remains.
Love exists until you speak its name.
Afterward, it's just the remains.
- Then the love is gone?
- That's what the movie means.
You think love doesn't exist
until it's spoken?
No, I think that's what love is.
Cyrano was interested in seducing Roxanne.
Writing letters, loving her,
until they meet
and profess their love to one another.
- Then it opens up.
- But the story isn't over yet.
Maybe it is, but that moment is infinite.
That's not true: the guy jumps off.
That's my point.
He jumps, then in one second...
- It's over.
- The 60 years he could've lived...
He wastes it all.
For him, love is eternal.
But for Gwen...
It's not a waste.
Nothing should be taken for granted.
We're full of certainties now.
Life is more precious than ever.
People think they'll live until 60.
But some people don't.
One day to the next, you can die.
He knows it.
And he lives it.
This woman loves him.
He gets it.
He knows he could die tomorrow.
- He might be wrong.
What if the guy misunderstood Gwen's signs
and was 100% wrong?
So what?
In his mind, she loves him.
- It's wonderful.
- They could've had a relationship,
shared a life, made plans.
He had one.
While he jumped.
- Maybe he takes it all with him.
- You're going too far.
The character's an idiot at that point.
- Huh?
- I found him to be an idiot.
You see an idiot, I see a poet.
The difference is interesting.
It's romance, even.
It's very romantic. It's about making
a work of art out of your life.
What's interesting is how we picture it,
and how it makes us change our lives.
When you see a character who's ready
to strive so much to live his emotions,
it's a life path you can take.
He doesn't live his emotions, he jumps.
It allows us to think that we don't want to
die so young for such a stupid reason.
I learned that I wouldn't commit suicide
for a girl when I'm that young.
But everyone has their own point of view.
You know, it takes courage to die happy,
to kill yourself when you're happy.
You don't kill yourself when you're happy.
You might as well enjoy life
with someone you love.
- It's underestimating yourself.
- It's very sad to die sad.
But choosing when you die...
Life's so hard.
Most people don't choose when they die.
That's awful.
If you're gonna choose,
die when you're sad.
It's sad to know you're dying
when you don't want to.
It's horrible.
I've seen it.
I know dying happy takes courage.
It's not for everyone.
It doesn't take courage, but stupidity.
It's useless to die if you're happy.
You don't know how sad it is to die sad,
when you don't want to die.
That's it.
I must admit
I didn't understand everything.
- Nobody did.
- It was messy.
I'm glad we're talking about it.
It shows our different takes on it.
Listening to you has opened my eyes
to many things I didn't understand.
For instance, Pierre mentioned
the power of love in the movie.
I didn't see it at first,
but since he's mentioned it,
I can see that he's right.
The intensity of love in it is outstanding.
Since the guy kills himself,
love is really powerful.
Even without the suicide ending,
it's a remarkable love.
And I don't condone suicide.
It's a cowardly move.
To each their own,
but I think it's cowardly.
I'm against it.
On the other hand,
I'm having second thoughts,
and I can almost understand it.
Even if I would never do it myself,
I can almost understand.
The love was so intense...
It's his choice, I can't explain.
You can understand it
without wanting to do the same.
Even if you can't identify.
- I understand but I don't accept it.
- I see.
Isn't it a shame he's missing out?
I do!
But maybe that's what he wanted in the end.
He chose to end it all.
But it's...
I think it's a shame to end your life
for your first love.
You can have several love stories
in your life.
Not just one.
You can't end your life after that.
There'll be other ones.
- Maybe she was the one.
- There are several of them.
That's right,
it can happen several times in your life.
He might have met a greater love.
When you're with the one,
you can't imagine other ones.
But there will be.
I think there was only one for him.
- He doesn't know that!
- Would you jump for someone?
I don't think I would.
I wouldn't let my loved ones down
like that.
But thinking of the character,
he might have his reasons.
And I agree with you...
Jean-Luc said he was feeling
these feelings deeply,
and maybe he had what he wanted,
and that was enough.
- I agree, he couldn't want more.
- He got what he wanted, he was done.
Ship to port!
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
- What's with your hair?
- Don't you like it?
- I do. It looks great.
- Thanks.
Do you need help?
No, but let's have a beer.
All right.
Wonderful.
Thank you for coming.
My pleasure.
You wowed everyone.
- Did I?
- I don't understand why, but you did.
That's because of the money.
People like it.
Sure, that's part of it.
But there's something else.
- What about you?
- What?
- What do you think?
- Of you?
Yes.
You obviously aren't dumb.
Be careful around intelligence.
It can be used to manipulate anyone.
You just need to use the right tone,
and ready-made sentences.
You speak as if what you say
is very complicated.
You pause while talking.
I know them all.
I've used them all.
What are you doing here?
Come in.
You didn't answer my call.
I'm working, I don't have my phone.
Why are you here so late?
I felt bad.
I thought I'd feel better here.
Is something wrong at school?
No.
Did you talk to your father?
No.
Then what?
I don't know.
I feel lonely.
I'm sorry but I can't help.
I have too much work to do.
But as soon as I'm home from work,
I can call you if you'd like.
OK.
And you can visit me.
Is that OK?
Yeah.
- Hi!
- Hello!
You're careless.
The bus will leave in one minute!
Do you have your tickets?
- Come here, Matteo!
- Sure.
- Why are you shouting?
- He can't hear me.
Thank you very much.
- Did you forget anything?
- No.
- Let's go this way.
- I'll be your camp counselor today.
- Are you certified?
- I sure am.
Watch out for the mud.
I'll roll a cigarette.
Stop.
Let's settle here.
- Here?
- It's the only part with a clearing.
- It's no good.
- It's the only flat terrain around.
You think that's flat?
I walked 90 minutes
with a heavy bag for this?
- You didn't.
- You think I rolled here?
- With those legs, yes.
- Long legs, short wiener!
It's really nice here.
Then deal with it on your own.
- We can't be as fast as you are.
- It's a nice spot.
We're going to settle here.
There's even a cabin.
- This side up?
- Yes.
- Let's put it here.
- More like this.
- We're faster than you.
- It's not a competition.
Yes, it is.
First tent up wins more beer than the rest.
What are you doing?
Put it that way.
- It's fine the way it is.
- No, it's not!
Put the pegs in.
Wait.
Classy.
- Wait.
- Keep going!
Pick up the tent!
- You put a fence up.
- Don't copy our ideas!
- Pierre could've been an architect.
- It's so pretty.
Do you see what the did?
I couldn't sleep
because I thought about death.
So nice!
I hate it when I think about that.
It brought me down.
Do you ever think about it?
- I often do.
- Before sleeping?
Yeah, it goes round and round in your head.
- It won't stop.
- What do you think of?
I don't think of my own death,
but the death of loved ones.
Losing my mother, or my grandma.
- Or your brother.
- That's the worst.
It would be as if I died myself.
- No kidding.
- I'm afraid of losing loved ones too.
I don't mind when other people die...
Well, I do.
But it's more my own death,
and how it'll affect them.
I won't be there for my parents.
They'll get over it.
They'll be fine.
That's not cool.
You won't be aware of it, you'll be dead.
That's the idea.
It depends on what you think happens
when you die.
- It's mainly for them.
- Your body dies, but your soul remains.
I wish I believed in reincarnation.
Then I wouldn't be afraid anymore.
Death wouldn't matter.
My mother would become a butterfly.
- Butterflies die fast.
- Sure, but I'd feel better.
Good plan.
We should believe in reincarnation.
- You'd become a flower.
- What kind?
- A daisy.
- No, not that.
A majestic flower.
- No, a daisy.
- A poppy.
- No, a daisy.
- A weed.
- Sure, a weed.
You drop dead, you rot,
then you become fertilizer.
That's so kind of you.
Anything that happens after death
is a big part of religion.
For ages,
religion was the answer to everything.
It was the easy way.
Any question could be answered that way.
God was there for you.
I'm not religious, so that's my view.
But we should respect people's beliefs.
Now we have some real answers.
Not to everything.
No, but we're getting somewhere.
I agree with you.
I respect anyone's thoughts,
but it only exists
to make people feel better.
- It's an illusion.
- That's why I'd love to believe.
Something would make me feel better.
- Why don't you believe?
- I just don't.
But I'd like to believe.
Like a nun.
Faith came to me out of necessity.
I became religious when I lost my brother,
two years ago.
That's how I found my faith.
I suddenly felt so lonely.
Everything was foreign to me.
I lost all my certainties,
and I needed something powerful.
My brother went fast, in 5 days.
He came home from school one day,
he didn't eat, had a fever, vomited.
I wasn't even worried.
I didn't talk to him.
The next day, he was hospitalized.
The doctors didn't know what to do.
He always said
everything would be all right.
He got transfusions.
He told me that he was fine,
that he'd be back home soon.
I believed him and stopped visiting him.
Four days later, my mother called me
and told me to come quickly.
So I came quickly.
Everybody was cryng.
My mother hugged me.
She told me
he loved us very much,
and that we should stay together.
I'm so scared!
I know it's no tiger but...
- Yes!
- A wild boar.
That's impossible.
Are you OK, Jean-Luc?
- Where are you going?
- Brasparts church.
Really?
That's so far away.
- Won't you come to the power plant?
- I can't.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
See you later.
Let's turn here.
Watch out for the mud.
We'll be there soon.
- What?
- The natural reserve's there.
And there's the power plant.
- That thing? It's so far away.
- No, that's fine.
It'll take us...
- Two days.
One or two hours.
Guys.
I'm going to Brasparts instead.
- To Brasparts?
- Yes.
It's so far way.
I'll take the bus or hitchhike.
Really?
I'm telling you.
All right.
As you wish.
Take care.
Same to you.
- Bye.
- Ciao.
- Shall we?
- Let's go.
Sorry about your brother.
I didn't know.
It is what it is.
I'm glad I got to know him.
You're brave.
I don't know who's the bravest of us.
I don't know the difference
between losing a brother and a mother.
What I can tell you
about losing your mother...
is that you can't imagine it.
She was the closest person to me.
She was a sunny,
kind-hearted person.
She was calm and sweet.
A great mother.
She got uterine cancer.
My father and her knew,
but didn't tell my brother and me
to protect us.
They only told us
when she got hospitalized.
Even as I visited her,
I couldn't talk to her about it.
Yet I could see her.
I could see how her eyes changed,
how she lost her hair.
But I couldn't.
It was a taboo subject.
I regret never asking her how she felt.
I never told her that I loved her,
or that everything would be fine.
I broke down when I came home.
I couldn't do it in front of her.
I wasn't experiencing it.
I cried until
I had no water left in my body.
I cried so much,
that the day...
it happened,
I couldn't shed a tear.
Selfishly, it was the hardest part for me.
Not being able to cry when she died.
I don't know if it was to keep face,
or to avoid cryng in front of Hugo.
I'm grown, I can cope,
but what can he do without his mother?
And since then,
I've been feeling completely empty.
I didn't just lose a friend,
I lost my mom.
I've lost a part of me.
I grew up in her womb.
Losing her felt like losing a limb.
Something was removed.
I've been a wreck ever since.
There it is.
- Do you remember the movie?
- Morlaix?
- Yes.
- I do.
I didn't like it much.
When he jumps, it ruins everything.
- Really?
- Yeah.
It has its moments.
When she says she loves Thomas,
you know she doesn't.
It's as if she didn't like her boyfriend,
or her city.
After he's jumped, she allows herself
to make a change, to roll the dice.
Would you like such a pure love?
I think so.
With Lara?
I don't think so.
Don't you love her?
I like her.
She's pretty.
I don't get theories about love.
I think they're useless.
Because everyone loves how they want to,
or can.
Especially with the one.
- Have you ever met him?
- The one?
- I don't think so.
- What about Thomas?
Of course I love him.
I like him, rather.
But he's not the one.
Could I be the one?
I think so.
Me too.
This is my place.
Amazing!
- You're amazing.
- I'd rather your parents didn't see us.
- They're not here.
- Aren't they?
Nobody can stand in the way of our love.
Come on.
You have pink windows?
My mom wants to remove them,
but I like them.
I like them too.
They look really nice.
- Does it work?
- Yes.
Mom, Antoine took the remote
and won't return it.
- Did you take it?
- No, I was in my room.
Come on, give it back.
- Did you take it?
- I didn't.
I can see you're lyng.
Give it back to him.
Do you think I didn't see you?
- Theo.
- Yes?
I got an email from your rugby club.
- You're gonna train with the local team.
- Are we?
- Fuck yeah.
- That's great, but don't use that word.
- Hi Gwen!
- How are you, Laeticia?
- I'm fine.
- I like what you've done here.
- Do you?
- What a change!
It was cluttered.
We've cleared it up, and there's room now.
Great idea.
It's much better that way.
Did we get our delivery?
No, we didn't.
I'm surprised, they're usually reliable.
- Wasn't it due yesterday?
- It was.
We'll have to call them.
- Do you want me to call them?
- No, I will.
Can I have your health card?
Thanks.
He gave you something
for your stomach ache.
Indeed. But how much should I take?
Two in the morning,
and two in the evening.
- All right?
- I forgot.
If you forget, you can call him.
What are you doing?
I'm making a roast.
- Do you need help?
- No, I'm almost done.
- It smells nice!
- Does it?
Sexy roast I like the most.
Excuse me?
Sexy roast I like the most.
I heard it right.
It rhymes.
Sexy roast I like the most.
Or: an erotic roast.
It's an alliteration.
- That's not funny, stop it.
My sister called.
- Carmen?
- Yes.
She's coming to Paris
and wants to stay here.
- When?
- On the 23rd, for the weekend.
I'll check on the agenda
to see if we have plans.
She'll be here from Thursday till Monday.
- It's more than a weekend.
- It's a long weekend.
- Almost a week.
- Not quite.
- Did your event go well?
- It did.
- Was it at Costes'?
- It was.
A lot of clients were there.
People from the bank too.
We had some drinks.
- Wasn't it too long?
- Very long.
Where are the kids?
In their room.
They're being quiet.
- Silence is never a good sign.
- No.
The calm before the storm.
Listen,
about Carmen,
I haven't agreed yet.
We can find an excuse.
We'll see.
- I said...
- I told you we'll see.
I'm going back to the kitchen.
I think we should put some products
back on the right.
- Next to the door?
- Yes.
It sold better when it was there.
Many customers had to go around
and bought something else.
- I'd rather have them on the right.
- OK.
My sister in law is coming
to stay with us for a week.
A week?
My God...
Way too long.
I already want to hit her.
I hate her yoga teacher, artistic side.
And she's a vegan now.
I can't stand these girls.
"Take care of your body.
Watch what you eat.
Don't eat fries."
- Give me a break.
- I can't take it.
I like fatty foods.
She'll take over my life.
My fridge, my kids, everything.
- Your kids love her.
- They do.
When I tell them to tidy up their room,
she tells me that it's fine,
that they have a creative environment.
- Hello.
- Hello, Gwen.
Thomas?
- At least you recognized me.
- I did.
How are you?
I can't believe it.
I'm fine.
What are you doing here?
- I came to visit you.
- Did you?
Jean-Luc is dead.
OK.
When do you get off?
I'll find a way to join you.
There's a cafe across the street.
- OK.
- See you soon.
So you're still in Morlaix?
Yeah.
But I moved around.
I did my apprenticeship.
After becoming a pastry chef,
I worked in a Relais Chteau.
- Near Quimper.
- You didn't leave Brittany.
No, I didn't.
And I bought the Europe hotel
a few years ago.
- Is it a good business?
- Yes. Many tourists come to Morlaix.
So, you're married?
Yes, I am.
I...
I married a Spaniard.
Did you?
- Do you have children?
- Yes, we do. Two of them.
One is 13 years old,
and the other one, 8.
- Already?
- And a third one is on the way.
We don't know what it is yet.
So you found a good man.
Yeah, he's great.
I like him.
- What about Hugo?
- He lives in Lyon.
He's a pianist.
In a little bar where he plays jazz music.
He likes it there.
He has a Swedish girlfriend.
A beautiful woman.
She's very tall.
Much more than he is.
They're very cute together.
A Spaniard and a Swedish woman.
- Did you see Jean-Luc often?
- I did.
We'd become good friends.
Once he was back in Morlaix,
after you parted ways,
he opened an antique store,
and we hung out often.
I don't know if it's because...
we were both confirmed singles,
who were disappointed with love,
but...
we often went on boat rides.
He wrote detective novels.
They always featured
impossible love stories.
Then 2 years ago,
he learned that he had colon cancer.
The next two years were full of...
chemo, surgeries...
It wasn't a pretty sight.
The last time I saw him,
a few weeks ago...
He made me promise
to come and tell you he was dead.
So here I am.
Where is he buried?
In Brasparts.
Remember the little cemetery
next to the church?
Alex?
It's me.
I'm fine.
There's a problem at the pharmacy,
I can't leave now.
I won't be able to pick up the kids.
Can you do it?
Keep going!
3, 2, 1, jump!
There you go!
I'll be right back.
- Are you cold, or tired?
- I'm tired.
Do you want some coffee?
It's not over yet.
No, I'm fine.
I'm going to Morlaix next weekend.
To Morlaix?
Really?
Yeah, it's been a while.
It's been a century, even.
It'll be good for me.
Do you want me to come?
We could spend a nice, long weekend there.
I'd rather go alone.
Would you?
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Hello.
- Hello, madam.
- Gwenaelle Kleber, I booked a room.
- Kleber...
- Yes, a room for 3 nights.
- Right.
- May I please have your I.D.?
- Sure.
Thank you.
There you go.
- You're Mr Galle's guest.
- Am I?
- Yes.
- He shouldn't have.
He insisted.
And he's already paid.
All right, thanks.
You're in room 15.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Is Mrs. Duffour here?
- No, she's not.
Do you know when she'll be back?
She left this morning.
She'll be back in a week.
- I can call her if you'd like.
- No, there's no need.
What's your name?
Gwenaelle Kleber.
I was a friend of her son's.
A long time ago.
Oh, you're Gwen.
Yes.
Jean-Luc died.
I know.
I've just been told.
It was too late.
That's why I came.
OK.
Can I take a walk in the garden?
Of course you can.
Or would you like to come in?
Sure, why not?
- I brought you some tea.
- Thank you.
What happened to Mrs. Duffour is very sad.
I like her very much.
These past few months,
Jean-Luc lived with us.
And...
It brought some light into our lives.
It feels empty now.
"By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries".
T.S. Eliot
- Hello.
- Hello.
Room 15, please.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
Mr. Galle asked me to tell you
they played Morlaix at the movie theater.
- Really?
- The movie was made here 20 years ago.
At the Salamandre theater.
Thank you.
- Hello.
- Hello.
One for Morlaix, please.
Thank you.
Don't you think Lara's a bit distant?
I mean, with me.
No, I don't.
Jean-Luc, can I talk to you?
Can you close your book, please?
- What is it, Pierre?
- Are you going to Gwen and Hugo's?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- Why not?
- Why aren't you going to your place?
Or elsewhere?
Are you trying to make me mad
by ignoring me?
That's the thing with dumb people:
when you talk to them, you become dumb.
- So I shouldn't talk to you?
- So fuck off.
I'll leave, but I'll be back.
Can I ask you something?
When you look at me, what do you think of?
Do I look at you?
- You sure do.
- I don't.
- Don't you?
- Not really.
Shit.
What about you?
- What?
- You look at me.
Yes.
I really look at you.
So what do you think of?
I think of you.
- Of me?
- Of your happiness.
And how I'll make you happy.
- In life?
- Yes, in life.
That's a big question.
Leaving Morlaix would make me happy.
Where would you go?
I don't know.
Paris, I guess.
Anywhere but Morlaix.
I think I'd be happy in Paris.
I don't think so.
Paris didn't make me happy.
- But we're different.
- That's true.
But...
You won't be freer elsewhere.
It's not about freedom, but happiness.
It won't make you happy.
Because you know what would?
- I don't.
- How disappointing.
I thought you knew everything.
Well, Hugo thinks so.
Hugo's great, he'll be somebody.
He'll do great things.
I wonder what.
Do you think you'll be somebody?
- No.
- Why?
- I'm not balanced enough.
- Aren't you?
I think I'll stay in Morlaix.
I'm going to settle here.
- That's because you just got here.
- No, I'll be happy here.
So what's up, Jean-Luc?
- You love her too.
- Gwen?
- Yeah.
- Of course I do.
- Do you wanna know if she loves you?
- I think she does.
We'll ask her on Monday, at 10:30,
on the bridge.
The three of us.
We'll ask her who she loves.
If she loves you, I'll leave.
If she loves me...
I'll jump off the bridge.
- Wait a minute.
So we'll ask her who she loves.
If she loves me, you'll leave us alone.
That's fine.
But if she loves you,
you'll jump off the bridge?
Yeah.
That's nonsense.
I don't need a love that will fade.
If she loves me, it's wonderful.
OK, but that doesn't make sense.
It doesn't need to.
I'm more afraid of love than death.
I knew you were shady,
but I didn't expect this at all.
I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
Good for you.
Do you realize what you're telling me?
Will you come tomorrow?
No, I won't.
It doesn't make any sense.
Then you don't love her.
- That's unrelated.
- If you love her, let her choose.
Don't force her to love you.
I'm sure you'll come.
You're a lunatic.
See you on Monday.
Hi, Jean-Luc.
- How are you?
- Fine.
I came anyway.
Thank you.
Come on, let's go.
No, we'll wait for her.
She won't, it's useless.
Stop with the nonsense.
Let's go.
You were brave coming here.
Do you really want us to wait here?
- She'll come.
- She told me she won't.
I talked to her about it.
We're wasting our time.
You told me you wouldn't come,
yet you did.
I know she'll come.
It's useless.
All right, we've had our fun.
Can we go?
- Tell us who you love.
- Do you think it's the right moment?
We're on a bridge, it's ridiculous.
Why?
It's neither the time nor the place.
Come on, Jean-Luc, let's go.
Don't you want to know?
No more compromising:
if you love us, you love us.
If you love him, tell me.
Far from me, if you don't love me.
It's the same if I don't know.
Don't start waxing lyrical.
- Do you really want to know?
- Yes.
I've loved you from the start,
Jean-Luc.
And you know it.